Showing posts with label Scott Kempner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott Kempner. Show all posts

Saturday, December 16, 2023

10 SONGS: 12/16/2023

10 Songs is a weekly list of ten songs that happen to be on my mind at the moment. The lists are usually dominated by songs played on the previous Sunday night's edition of This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl. The idea was inspired by Don Valentine of the essential blog I Don't Hear A Single.


This week's edition of 10 Songs draws exclusively from the playlist for This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio # 1211. This show is available as a podcast.

SCOTT KEMPNER: Livin' With Her, Livin' With Me


When news broke that Scott Kempner had passed, I felt compelled to add his former group the Dictators' "(I Live For) Cars And Girls" into last week's SUMMER IN DECEMBER!  special, and I knew we should spotlight Kempner as our Featured Performer this week. Between his solo work and his work with the Dictators and the Del-Lords, there was no shortage of compelling material to pull together in compiling a proper tribute to Scott Kempner.

We opened with a track from Tenement Angels, a Kempner solo album released in 1992. Kempner showed exquisite taste in selecting America's Coolest Band the Skeletons to join him for the making of Tenement Angels and to support him on the record's tour. 

The tandem Tenement Angels tour did make it to Syracuse, and I was right primed for that show. Alas, some circumstance prevented Kempner from getting here, so the Skeletons performed without him. The Skeletons were amazing, as they always were, and I was beyond  delighted to see them again, but disappointed that I couldn't see Kempner, too. 

That experience had to be deferred.

WINGS: Again And Again And Again


For pop fans my age--old enough to remember the Beatles' impact firsthand, too young to experience new Beatles music on the radio as adolescents and teens--the late Denny Laine was an integral part of our AM Top 40 experience. 

That is not a small thing. My allegiance to AM Top 40 in the '70s is the largest part of why I wanted to do radio in the first place, why I wound up writing about rock 'n' roll music, why I committed to the clinically dunderheaded idea of maintaining a daily blog. Syracuse's WOLF-AM and WNDR-AM filled my young ears with possibilities. Denny Laine was an active participant in those possibilities.

I didn't know his name at the time, at least not initially. But I knew some of his work, playing alongside a former Beatle. With Paul and Linda McCartney themselves, Laine was the only other consistent member in all incarnations of Wings. Yeah, sure, everyone thought of Wings as Paul's group, and for good reason. The presence of a Beatle does kinda draw one's focus. 

But Wings wouldn't have been a band at all without Denny Laine.

So I heard Laine on the radio, playing his part in Wings hits from "My Love" to "Hi Hi Hi" to "Helen Wheels" to "Live And Let Die" and more. I saw him on TV, strum-syncing "Mary Had A Little Lamb" on The Flip Wilson Show, appearing with the band on the special James Paul McCartney. And if I didn't know Laine's name before, I certainly knew it by the time of the Wings Over America tour in 1976.

No, I didn't see Wings live; the tour didn't come anywhere near enough to Syracuse for this sixteen-year-old to even consider that possibility. But I read as much as I could about it, and that research informed me that Wings' concerts included Laine performing "Go Now!," which had been a huge hit for our Denny in 1965, when he was with the Moody Blues.

Instant respect. And it inspired me to track down and purchase my own copy of "Go Now!," the only bit of Moody Blues vinyl I've ever owned.

"Again And Again And Again" is a Denny Laine song from 1979's Back To The Egg, the final Wings album. It did not get AM radio play, and by '79 I wasn't listening to AM anymore anyway. I came to the song much later--in our current millennium--and I think Denny Laine may have performed it when I saw him play in 2016.

And I love it. It reminds me of the splendor of the AM Top 40 that so captivated me in the '70s, particularly of Badfinger, or like the Badfinger tangent "Don't Know What You're Doing" by the Dodgers, which didn't get much AM or FM play, but should have. As we bid farewell to Denny Laine, it seemed appropriate to spin "Again And Again And Again" on the radio.

Paul McCartney was in a group after the Beatles. Denny Laine was in that group. Wings take flight. Hear 'em soar. Thank you, Denny.

THE ARMOIRES: Music & Animals


The Armoires' new single "Music & Animals" provides a lovely tease of their forthcoming new album, a record this little mutant radio show is very eager to hear (and play). For the moment, though, "Music & Animals" is part of a sublime new compilation album called Embers Of Aloha: A Maui Wildfire Benefit Project. The damage the wildfires inflicted upon Maui and its people is heartbreaking, and we urge you to buy the benefit album (an act of giving that gives back), and/or to consider a direct donation via Operation USA (or whatever charitable infrastructure you favor). 

Meanwhile, both This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio and our SPARK! comrade Rich Firestone on Radio Deer Camp played "Music & Animals" this week. And on this coming Sunday, December 17th, Radio Deer Camp will be playing more tracks from Embers Of Aloha, an idea so great that we're stealing it. We're thieves, but we're thieves with a vision...and a purpose! Expect lots 'n' lots 'n' lots 'n' lots of Embers Of Aloha--eight different tracks in all--on SPARK! this Sunday, starting on Radio Deer Camp from 5 to 7 pm Eastern, and beginning again at 9 pm when we kick off our next TIRnRR with another spin of "Music & Animals." For Maui. For our friends on The Time Machine. For all of us, from all of us, and back again. 

Mahalo.

THE GRIP WEEDS: 2000 Miles


I'm very rarely ready for Christmas music before Christmas week. Your sleigh mileage may vary. But even though my eight-year-old self absolutely embodied the title role in our third grade production of How The Grinch Stole Christmas in 1968, my heart grows three sizes with thoughts of the Grip Weeds' newly-reissued holiday album Under The Influence Of Christmas. Deck the halls with Buddy Holly! This week's show included the Grip Weeds' cover of the Pretenders' "2000 Miles," and we'll return to Under The Influence Of Christmas come December 24th, with The 25th Annual THIS IS ROCK 'N' ROLL RADIO Christmas Show

Humbugs need not apply.

PERILOUS: Band-Aid


Yes! Or rather: YEAH!!! That's the title of the freshly-released first album from Perilous, and we approve of this message. YEAH!!! includes all of your past Perilous Fave Raves (like the utterly fantastic "Rock & Roll Kiss," which also appeared on This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio, Volume 5) and other new irresistibles you may have seen them play live (like at my book release party in May, or on the bill with the Grip Weeds, 1.4.5., and Kenne Highland's Airforce in October). IF you've been fortunate enough to witness a Perilous live show. Whatta band!

Perilous is a rock 'em sock 'em New York State supergroup, with drummer Paul (from Syracuse!), lead singer Pauline (from Buffalo!), bassist Renee (from none of your damned business!), and guitarist Bob Cat (from the entire Empire State!). One of the highlights of Perilous shows has been their rendition of "Band-Aid," a song originally done by Paul's previous group, the Trend. The Trend's "Band-Aid" is an unassailable classic of Syracuse punk and new wave; with the inimitable Pauline taking over lead vocals, Perlious' rendition carries the song's legacy with pride and distinction.

THE RAMONES: Judy Is A Punk


As I said about "Judy Is A Punk" in a piece celebrating my 25 favorite Ramones tracks: "Pure Ramones. I mean, one of the purest--if not the purest--of all Ramones tracks. No waste. No clutter. Just a minute and thirty-one seconds of everything great about the Ramones: the tempo, the hooks, the defiant melody, the inherent sense of pop history (including a Herman's Hermits quote), the backing ooooos, the absolute Ramonesness of it all. 1:31. Not a second to spare. Perfect."

About a minute and a half of pure punk (and pop) perfection. With the May publication of my book Gabba Gabba Hey! A Conversation With The Ramones, I've been referring to 2023 as my year of the Ramones. But, of course, I wrote a book about the Ramones because every year is, for me, another exuberant year of the Ramones. Ever since my first spin of "Sheena Is A Punk Rocker" in 1977. I wouldn't have it any other way.

THE DICTATORS: Who Will Save Rock & Roll?



THE DEL-LORDS: Cheyenne


After the Dicators, Scott Kempner formed his own group, the Del-Lords. I don't recall hearing the Del-Lords' 1984 debut album Frontier Days contemporaneously to its release (though I presume it must have gotten some airplay on Buffalo's WBNY-FM). I heard the group's next two albums--1986's Johnny Comes Marching Home and 1988's Based On A True Story--courtesy of the Liverpool Public Library after I moved back to Syracuse in '87. I was taken with the former's "Saint Jake" and the latter's "Judas Kiss," but the Based On A True Story track "Cheyenne" was easily my first favorite Del-Lords song. 

Sweeping. Elegiac, but down to Earth even in its Panavision Americana. I guess dreams were invented by God in His infinite mercy. A Dictator rides the high plains.

THE DEL-LORDS: About You


Scott Kempner eventually made up his missed Syracuse date, albeit without accompaniment from the Skeletons. My memory says it was a solo acoustic gig at the same Armory Square venue (known at various times in the '90s as Club Zodiac and Styleen's Rhythm Palace) where he'd been scheduled to play with the Skeletons. I believe it was part of the Zodiac/Styleen's Syracuse Songwriters' Showcase series, which presented songwriters playing their own tunes in an unplugged format. 

Please remember that my memory is not currently under oath.

Over the course of many different evenings, Syracuse Songwriters' Showcase included acoustic performances by 3/4 of the Flashcubes (Paul Armstrong, Gary Frenay, and Arty Lenin, sans drummer Tommy Allen, in a set I believe was a defining moment in the 'Cubes' eventual return [and the road to Pop Masters, my favorite album of 2023]), Chris von Sneidern, Ani DiFranco, Kate Jacobs, and others, both local and not local. It's possible that DiFranco and Jacobs played on the same night Kempner played. But like I said: Not under oath here.

I very much enjoyed Kempner's set, but the only specific I can recall is his performance of a Del-Lords song called "About You." I was not at all familiar with "About You" (from the Del-Lords' 1990 album Lovers Who Wander) before witnessing Kempner at Armory Square, but man alive, it was friggin' riveting. You can call it a song about love, maybe a song about obsession or devotion. Whatever else it is, "About You" is a tribute to the pervasive and prevailing allure of one classic 45:

"Louie Louie" by the Kingsmen.

Not the original by Richard Berry. Not Rockin' Robin Roberts, not the mighty Paul Revere and the Raiders, not the Sonics, not Rice University Marching Owls, and for damned sure not the Kinks (whose "Louie Louie" is the most egregious example of one of THE all-time great rock 'n' roll bands making a shitty record). No. The Kingsmen, back in nineteen-sixty-X. Let's give it to 'em, right now.

Watching Kempner play "About You" in Syracuse, I was caught up in the music fan's reverence for one song, the importance of that reverence, how that connection can feel like a platform for more, a springboard for even more still. The connection may be an illusion, the platform precarious, the springboard a leap into nothingness. But we feel it. We play the song. We hear the music. The connection's there, regardless of whether or not it exists in any real sense. Believing in the connection is of greater importance than verifying its veracity.

Scott Kempner believed. That belief informed his work, and it connected with others who also wanted to believe. Oh yeah oh yeah. In "About You," the familiar riff is only implied--y'know, that riff, the one invented by the Kingsmen in (let's face it) inept approximation of Rockin' Robin Roberts, yet an immortal template thereafter--but not delivered until the song's end. 

BADADA-BADA-BADADAA!

The connection endures. Let's go!

THE MOODY BLUES: Go Now!


We've already said goodbye. Godspeed, Denny Laine.

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Carl's new book Gabba Gabba Hey! A Conversation With The Ramones is now available, courtesy of the good folks at Rare Bird Books. Gabba Gabba YAY!! https://rarebirdlit.com/gabba-gabba-hey-a-conversation-with-the-ramones-by-carl-cafarelli/

If it's true that one book leads to another, my next book will be The Greatest Record Ever Made! (Volume 1). Stay tuned. Your turn is coming.

This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl airs Sunday nights from 9 to Midnight Eastern, on the air in Syracuse at SPARK! WSPJ 103.3 and 93.7 FM, streaming at SPARK stream and on the Radio Garden app as WESTCOTT RADIO. Recent shows are archived at Westcott Radio. You can read about our history here.

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Thursday, November 30, 2023

THE GREATEST RECORD EVER MADE: Who Will Save Rock And Roll?

As the world mourns the loss of Scott Kempner, guitarist with the Dictators and the Del-Lords, I feel an overwhelming need to grab a beer and bash something out. I'm not going to plug in my guitar. This will have to do instead.

An infinite number of tracks can each be THE greatest record ever made, as long as they take turns. Today, this is THE GREATEST RECORD EVER MADE!


THE DICTATORS: Who Will Save Rock And Roll?
Written by Andy Shernoff
Produced by Andy Shernoff
From the album D.F.F.D, Dictators Multimedia, 2001

Who will save rock and roll?

In the early to mid 1970s, it wasn't a question one heard asked much. whether in public or private. "Save" rock and roll? Oh, ya big silly! Rock and roll is just fine, dude, better than ever, BIGGER than ever. So big! It fills stadiums, it comes with amazing light shows, epic solos, magical trips, the ritual blowing of your ever-lovin' mind, man! 

We just call it ROCK now, though. Heavier. Intense. The rollin' is what we're smokin', dig? 

Yeah. Far out. I guess.

But there were indeed some asking that question: Who will save rock and roll? The voices were few and far between, whispers at the fringe, underground, fanzine material, beneath the notice of the many.

Embraced with passion by the few.

Nor was the question itself rhetorical. It deserved--demanded--an answer. The answer was not whispered, and it gained volume. Faster. Louder. I can play--BOMPBOMPBOMP--faster and louder! Rock was beyond saving, sinking under its own bloated excess. But rock AND roll? The uncomplicated child of Chuck Berry and Little Richard and King Elvis I, the model for three-chord combos in a million garages? Rock and roll could save itself. It just needed to fucking do it.

An oversimplification, you say? Guilty as charged...but unrepentant. I'll grant you the existence of some greatness within the seeming morass of mainstream Me Decade ROCK. Led Zeppelin's okay. Pink Floyd's okay. Emerson, Lake and Palmer are...okay, let's not get crazy. None of 'em--not one--could match the fascinating, exhilarating passion of real rock and roll.

Real rock and roll like the Dictators. Unpretentious. Enthusiastic. Rock AND roll. The Dictators could play--BOMPBOMPBOMP--faster and louder. 

Punk rock changed my life. Hearing the Ramones in 1977, when I was a 17-year-old college freshman, pointed me toward a thrilling rockin' pop path that has never given me the merest cause to doubt its righteousness. Like the Monkees before me, I'm a believer. The Ramones couldn't have come into being without specific inspiration: The Beatles, the Who, and the Stooges in the '60s; the New York Dolls and the Dictators in the '70s.

The Dictators rarely get credit for their part in kindling the DIY spark of punk. Neither the Dolls nor the 'Taters are in The Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame, because...oh yeah, because people are stupid. The Dolls have at least been nominated. The Dictators have not. They never will be. Such are the namby-pamby whims of that glorified Hard Rock [ROCK!] Cafe in Cleveland.

To hell with them. 

Even more than the New York Dolls, the Dictators reveled in junk culture, raised on wrasslin', sustained by White Castle, informed by black and white TV sets and four-color comic books, with advanced studies in B-movies and AM Top 40 radio, when AM Top 40 radio was the single most magnificent of Almighty God's creations. The Ramones' own subsequent (and delighted) evocation of the divine purity of everyday trash was built from a creased 'n' tattered copy of the Dictators' original mad genius blueprint.

Were the Dictators a cult act? I...I don't know. Maybe. Maybe they weren't even that, even though they were so, so much more. They were one of many acts I first heard of via Phonograph Record Magazine, but my first taste of the Dictators' music came via the unlikely venue of a film called Jabberwalk in 1977. My only memory of this weird, disjointed documentary (if that's even what it was) is that it was...um, weird and disjointed. That, and it included footage of the Dictators performing a live rendition of "America The Beautiful" at the Miss Nude America beauty pageant. See, that's how you break a band! 

At college in Brockport that September, I pestered campus station WBSU to play me some Dictators, and the jocks responded with the pretty ballad "Sleepin' With The TV On," from the group's then-current Manifest Destiny album. Subsequent WBSU requests yielded tracks from the Dictators' first album, Go Girl Crazy! The group bid the pop world farewell after the third album, Bloodbrothers, in 1978. 

They'd be back.

For those who recognize the Dictators' legacy, the groundbreaking D-U-M-B smartassery of 1975's Go Girl Crazy! is the Top, the Coliseum, the Louvre Museum. And ya can't argue with an authoritative rockin' and rollin' statement of intent like that album's "(I Live For) Cars And Girls," nor its trendsetting cover of the Rivieras' "California Sun," two years before the Ramones recorded it for their second album. 1977's Manifest Destiny is a bit slicker, and Bloodbrothers still slick but eminently satisfying. The latter album gave us "Faster And Louder," "Baby Let's Twist," and "I Stand Tall." On our first radio show after 9/11, we opened with a spin of "I Stand Tall." REPEAT THESE WORDS!, like the track's lead singer Handsome Dick Manitoba implored, REPEAT THESE WORDS THAT THE DICTATORS ARE SAYING!

I stand tall. I stand proud of what I am.

I won't attempt even a capsule history of the Dictators. I should, but...no. Tonight is a time for feeling, for emotion. For standing tall, faster and louder. Cars and girls. Rock and roll.

I did not really know Dictators guitarist Scott "Top Ten" Kempner. We had mutual friends, we may or may not have exchanged emails, but I didn't try to speak with him the one time I saw him play a solo show in Syracuse in the early '90s. If he was with the Brandos when I saw them in Syracuse in the '80s, well, I really regret I wasn't aware of his involvement at the time. 

When I heard that Kempner had passed, one of the first things that occurred to me (after my immediate Aw, man...!) was a memory of the Dictators' song "Who Will Save Rock And Roll?"

"Who Will Save Rock And Roll?" is the lead-off track on D.F.F.D., an album the Dictators released in 2001. The song contains a group of lines I like to quote every now and again:

June 1st, '67
Something died and went to Heaven
I wish Sgt. Pepper NEVER taught the band to play!

Scott Kempner saw me cite that passage online in an exchange about Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and he politely chided me for giving the impression that the Dictators didn't dig Pepper. They DID like Pepper, he said, and they certainly loved the Beatles, but they were dismayed by the Fabs' many humorless would-be successors. That is, after all, where ROCK began to separate from ROLL. Man, don't teach the bands to play that.

The song says the Dictators saw the Stooges, covered in bruises. I'm glad I've lived in a world where the Beatles and the Stooges and the Rivieras and the Flamin' Groovies and razzafrazzin' Sonny and Cher taught the Dictators to play, where the Dictators taught the Ramones how to play, where the Ramones taught themselves to be the Ramones. 

Where rock and roll was saved.

Out went the call, to one and to all: Who will save rock and roll? It was a collective effort. In the '70s, the Dictators did their part. Rock and roll. Godspeed, Top Ten. We thank you for your service. Faster and louder, Cars, girls, surf, and beer. Saved. We stand tall.

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Carl's new book Gabba Gabba Hey! A Conversation With The Ramones is now available, courtesy of the good folks at Rare Bird Books. Gabba Gabba YAY!! https://rarebirdlit.com/gabba-gabba-hey-a-conversation-with-the-ramones-by-carl-cafarelli/

If it's true that one book leads to another, my next book will be The Greatest Record Ever Made! (Volume 1). Stay tuned. Your turn is coming.

This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl airs Sunday nights from 9 to Midnight Eastern, on the air in Syracuse at SPARK! WSPJ 103.3 and 93.7 FM, streaming at SPARK stream and on the Radio Garden app as WESTCOTT RADIO. Recent shows are archived at Westcott Radio. You can read about our history here.

I'm on Twitter @CafarelliCarl